Chung Yeung Festival, September 9.

The top of Lingxiao Peak, the sky is outside the sky.

The four people are facing each other, sitting cross-legged, a monk and a Confucian, a man and a woman.

Suddenly, the burly man was the first to break the silence.

"What do you want to do when the four of us are going to fight here?"

"Hmph!" snorted, and the beautiful and moving young woman sitting opposite the strong man took over the conversation: "Who knows......? But then again, does he really plan to fight against the four of us with his own strength? The old lady admits that kid is now worthy of the name of the world, but the four of us are not vegetarians......"

"He's not fighting alone!"

"You mean his three doppelgangers? Cut! He wants to fool us with his doppelgangers, what does he think of us?"

"I don't know what he thinks, I only know: since I met him, I don't seem to have seen this kid suffer!"

"This ...... , that's what I said......"

Looking at each other, the strong man and the woman fell silent at the same time.

From beginning to end, the monk and the Confucian were silent, like two spectators......

After that, there was silence again, until, a breath invaded the outer heavens.

The breath was as clear as the sky at first, and then as turbid as the abyss, and finally condensed into a figure.

Dressed in a green shirt, it is spotless.

Inadvertently flicking his sleeves, the man looked around at the four people who were sitting still, and the smile on his face became more and more vigorous......

"Hmph! the old lady can't see your kid's treacherous face the most!"

With a coquettish sound, the young woman had already launched an offensive.

But I saw a jade streamer flying out from the back of the woman's head, rising into the sky, flipping, and changing from a long ruler to an inverted heavenly river.

The streamer was solid, like a jade mountain, and it rolled towards the belated green shirt.

The smile on the green-shirted monk's face did not change, and the right hand that brushed the sleeve of his shirt stretched out in front of him, and pointed into a sword, and a chaotic-colored sword light burst out from the green-shirted monk's fingertips, and the thorns pierced the jade streamer.

Ding, light and decisive, like broken jade, like nature.

The original flowing jade streamer came to a halt under the impact of the inconspicuous sword light of the green-shirted monk, and although it was still as majestic as a mountain, it lost its agility, as if it was like a waste.

"You, you kid dare to hurt my magic weapon!?"

"Big sister! The little brother sent you a war letter! It's not a love letter!"

"You ......"

"Where is all this nonsense?

But it was the strong man, and after a roar, his sturdy figure disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately after, there was a ghost-headed knife as black as ink, cutting through the space, cutting the time, and suddenly appeared in front of the green-shirted monk.

Take the knife in the head, and don't let it go!

The green-shirted monk was silent, but his right hand swirled and flicked his fingers.

With a soft sound of the waves, the wind was calm—and then in front of the life-threatening ghost-headed knife, bursts of ice blue, purple thunder, blood red, and dark green suddenly appeared......

The increasingly intense sound of explosions spread from the ghost-headed knife.

At the same time, the wind and clouds were surging in the sky, and there were hidden dragons and tigers roaring one after another, and there was even a looming scaly armor - suddenly the wind and clouds were over, and a pitch-black Baizhang real dragon swooped down from the sky, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the green-shirted monk.

The green-shirted monk seemed to have known that this variable would happen, and his expression was a little solemn.

I didn't see any big movement from him, but he tightened his left hand, which had been hidden all along, and a white light flew out of his sleeve.

The white light froze, revealing a young girl dressed in white.

As soon as the young girl appeared, without saying a word, she fought with the pitch-black real dragon that was hundreds of feet long - although it was a little nondescript, but it was also equal!

The green-shirted monk ignored it, and instead cast his gaze on the young Confucian student.

"Demon Venerable, today, this situation and this scene can be worthy of a battle?"

"Fight!"

As soon as the words came out, the young Confucian was motionless, but a bloody light rose up into the sky, turning into a monstrous river of blood, and attacked the green-shirted monk.

The green-shirted monk clenched his left hand, and five sword lights burst out of his sleeve.

White, green, black, red, yellow - gold, wood, water, fire, earth!

As soon as the five-colored sword light came out, the surrounding five elements of spiritual energy were strong.

The next moment, the originally distinct five-colored sword light gradually converged together, just like the colorful glass. Everywhere the glazed light passed, a puppet like a god rushed into the river of blood without hesitation, and exploded a series of blood flowers......

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha horn, the monk opened a pair of bright eyes.

Everywhere the eyes are clear, there are Bodhi flowers blooming.

The green-shirted monk did not move, his expression was solemn, and the depths of his eyes were full of inspiration, and he stared intently at the monk.

Since the donor has made up his mind, the little monk will make it convenient!"

“...... Thank you!"

Nodding, the green-shirted monk let go of his clenched left hand, and a golden light came out, turning into a golden-bodied Arhat.

After the manifestation of this golden-bodied arhat, instead of attacking the monk, he slumped down like the monk, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands folded......

As for the monk, he had already closed his eyes.

The next moment, a round of Buddha light flew out from the back of the monk's head.

First, there are 3,600 wings of white light, symbolizing 3,600 Hinayana powers, then there are 81 rounds of golden Buddha light, symbolizing 81 Mahayana powers, and finally six golden Buddha beads that look like relics, symbolizing the six fundamental powers.

For a while, the Buddha's light filled the sky, and the monk was like a Buddha descending into the world.

Looking at the golden-bodied Arhat, there is not a trace of Buddha's light and supernatural power manifested.

It's not a sound, it's a place to feel.

The monk's overwhelming supernatural powers completely engulfed the golden-bodied Arhat......

Turning around, the green-shirted monk was facing the young woman again.

"Eldest sister, if you show mercy to your subordinates, don't blame the younger brother for being unpredictable!"

"You! Are you crazy? Do you really want to meet us in battle? We finally survived the spiritual war, and finally redefined the overall situation of the world, and you actually ......."

"It's useless to talk too much!"

"Okay! you're going to die—the old lady will fulfill you!"

A loud roar passed, and a strange fluctuation suddenly rose from the young woman's body.

The green-shirted monk remained silent, but there was a glimmer of essence in the depths of his eyes.

The Outer Heavens, which are known as the highest point of this world, have become the battlefield of the five peak cultivators......